HARD IN THESE STREETS
Love living life off the edge.
Fuck the police we don't need them feeds these streets are hard nobody understand
Flickering lights the red,white and blue caution tape all around standing there without a clue
Until you hear the broken cry that weaken your soul to realize a friend flashed before your eyes life lied there so cold
These streets don't care about your name or the family you trying to maintain its all about the hustle and grin
Becomes such a waste of time until the devil runs right upon you
A silent scream though the street lights that makes you feel some type of hope in a horror movie which allows no fears
Tears from your eyes because no doors are letting you in the only thing left is the road trailed to the yellow ends
Them street is hard but it takes a sight to see what I mean
People handing you scrapes that leads you headed without a dream
Another person walking around hoping God will answer all their question on how they came to this place
The streets of the struggle, sacrifice, and all the pain
Callng for your friends that you said was ride or dies left you because they became something you only wishes to be and forgot to achieve
You settle for less and that were you stayed the bottom having a sign saying help me asking for hands out like a stray
That you rely on other to come and save the day that somehow you was always left disappointed
That you had a finger to blame for everything but never at you
That you got so emotions that you let the drugs feel you thought
Maybe weeds makes you high enough that the world didn't matter to wake up and see yourself back to step one stuck without no reason to be
I told you these streets hard
Ain't nobody standing around waiting on you to get you ass up
You choose to let the opportunity lay in someone else hands.
YOUR CHANCE GONE AGAIN..
The streets became impossible to leave once you tried to change you fall back in those same old ways
That the streets stayed to watch you destroy the only things you had in life..
First it was your family then led to other thing before you knew it had nothing else to lose
How the streets become a task, no more an obstacle but something that makes your heart beat can be the one things the makes it stop
I told y'all these streets was hard but you
Never stopped until It's to late...
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When the streets are all you know then the streets becomes who you are. Until times runs out and you wish you would have changed.